Breaking that which is Unallowed
#1 of breaking in the slave
Breaking that which is Unallowed
The kiss was hesitant at first, a mere touching of the lips. A kiss she pulled away from, unsure of the emotion that drove her. She studied his face, looking deep into his eyes for the answer. Was it love that drove her to kiss this male, or simple the feelings of lust from her heat. Slowly she circled behind him to lay her head on his broad shoulders and back, embracing him to ease her trembling limbs. Did she care for this male enough to lift her tail? To carry his pups?
He broke their embrace and slowly turned to the vixen, searching her wet eyes for the answer to her decision. He smiled warmly and brought up a hand to stroke the coppered fur of her check ruff before bending down to taste the flavor of her lips. His kiss grew bolder, his velveteen tongue licking across her soft black lips inviting her to open her mouth so that he could taste her saliva and inhale her quivering breath. He broke their kiss reluctantly, licking his lips to find and relishing in all of the sweet flavors she had offered him so far while backing away so that she knew that it would be her decision if they continued this illicit romance or not.
She shivered from the absence of his body's warmth and with trembling paw she reaches forth to touch his chest, using the slight contact to give her enough strength to fall into the warm embrace of his arms. She rubbed her muzzle lazily against the wolf's chest taking in his scent to try and dispel her minds apprehensions and fears so that she could do as her body wanted, no what it needed her to do. She whimpers and clutches against him, her legs growing weak and watery from the fluttering feelings of her weakly contracting uterine muscles as they pulled on her ovaries, trying to dislodge the first of her ripened ova and allow her to enter the last phase of her heat.
He hugged her tightly to himself, holding her, supporting her as she herself clutched to him whimpering and trembling. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers through the silken fur of her mane, feeling his manhood stir as he took in her deepening scent. The spicy, coppery tang of her heat didn't overwhelm the way she normally smelled. Instead, it seemed to amplify it, defining it all the more clearly.
She stirred from his warm embrace and heady musk, lifting her muzzle, seeking his, silently begging him to kiss her, to mate her, to make her his for tonight at least. The kiss they shared then was one of passion, heat and lust. No soft touches or sighs of contentment, no searches of intent or questioning of desires. Their lips meet once, twice and he slides his hands up along her back to take her head into his hands as their kiss deepens, their tongues touch and then intertwine as they seek out the taste of each other mouths, each other's arousal heated breaths.
Her hands begin a slow descent along his chest, felling his muscles dance and play under her fingers feather-light touch. As her hand reach his firm hips She breaks off their kiss with one last gentle biting nip, pulling on his lower lip teasingly before loosening his belt and freeing his body from his robe. She steps back slightly to take in the beauty of the Adonis before her, her eyes lingering on the semi-erect penis that was beginning to emerging from his sheath. She shivers with an euphoric ecstasy as the fluttering spasms from within her womb return, a wetness building within her passage to slowly drool out and saturate her already moistened, inflame petals at the sight.
She raises a black furred paw to his chest to balance her quivering form as she steps back to his needed warmth, his desired musk. Slowly she kneels before him, nipping and licking the fur of his muscled defined abdomen as she descends towards his ever-hardening maleness.
She traces a finger along his pelvic line to his groin before sliding her fingers along his slick shaft before slowly tracing her finger back along the now pulsing shaft, mesmerized as the eye of its tapered head dilated and several globs of clear pre oozed out. His lips pulled back in a silent snarl, trying to control his building need to rut as her fingers slid down to cup his scrotum and gently knead his balls. With heavily lidded eyes the vixen leans forward, her soft velveteen tongue touching him just under his cock's head and slowly drawing upward over his urethral orifice, cleaning his shaft of the salty emissions.
His fingers turn into fist in her head fur and his hips reflexively thrust forward, slightly penetrating into her shock agape mouth as he futile tries to control his lust. He thrust his hips forward with slow shallow rhythm, fucking her muzzle once, twice and then a third time before feeling his balls tighten and his semen rush through his twitching shaft to splatter deep into her throat. She turns from him, chocking and gagging from the forced consumption of his salty seed, trying not to become ill.
He kneels, guiltily pulling her into an embrace before forcing her to look at him. He searches her wet, questioning eyes seeking her concurrence to continue before once again softly covering her lips with his, his tongue tracing along her lips to clean her muzzle of his emissions. He leisurely slides his hand into her robes, feeling the outline of her soft breast, caressing it before letting the hand travel along her slim stomach to her well-formed hip. Leaning forward he slides his hand from her hip to the small of her back, bracing her head with his other as he gentle lays her down so that he doesn't injure or traumatize her further. With a gentle deliberateness he worked his hand up along her hip to her smooth stomach and the already loosened belt of her robes, slowly unfurling it to fully expose her dazzling body to him.
He sat back marveling shortly at the beauty before him, the years of physical labor had melted any excess fat from her warm copper colored feminine curves. He carefully leaned forward and cupped one her small yet acceptable breast, kneading it's areola with his thumb as he bent over further to kiss her wantonly. A lusty smile spread across his muzzle as his hand tickled it's way down her white abdomen, to the patch of fur that outlined her glistening folds and beyond to her inner thighs where he began to rub and caress them, encouraging her to spread them for him.
He curled his fingers gentle against her thigh allowing his claws to lightly scratch against her flesh as he drew his hand back up her leg and to her pheromone-saturated sex. At first, he simple traced her sex but ever so slowly he began to rub and pull at her puffy, inflamed petals, occasionally penetrating and scraping his claws through her heat made hypersensitive cleft of Venus. She gasped and lifted her hips as he plunged a finger into her vagina, working his way deeper into her tight hot, resistant passage. Slowly and with a sighing moan the vixen was able to relax her body, his intrusive finger penetrating her further and further with each firm thrust of his hand.
With a breathy whine she lifted her head, fixing a begging look on him as he stopped fingering her, her inner recesses quivering with the need to orgasm. Smiling smugly he rewarded her for her wantonness by firmly planting his thumb against her clit, grinding into it as he inserted not one finger but two into her convulsing tunnel, pinching her engorged, irritated vaginal walls against her unyielding pelvic bone. His fingers pulled out of her with a wet slurping sound and she screamed, arched her back and lifted her hips from the ground as her first orgasm washed up through her convulsing body, burning her veins with its liquid euphoria.
The wolf brought his drenched paw to his nose and inhaled her rich, heady scent, his flaccid penis growing stiff once more at the overpowering aroma of a bitch in heat. She was panting heavily, her eyes glossed over with sexual gratification when he grabbed her muzzle roughly but not ungentle and smeared her own sexual emissions over her nose pad and into her mouth. She sputtered at the unexpected wetness and felt the weight of his body shift over her, between her legs before he roughly kissed her, hungrily lapping at the juices he had apply to her muzzle.
His need to breed the vixen forestalled any further foreplay and as he shifted into position between her clutching thighs his tapered shaft penetrated her folds, rubbing against them as he panted heavily, seeking the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed fistful of fur along his flanks and back, screaming in agony as he kicked off the floor, thrusting savagely, needily into her. He ignored her struggling and cries pain as he pressed deeper into her, frantically rubbing himself against her resistant wall, stretching her virginal passage to its limits.
He thrust into her again and again, each thrust harder then the last, snarling as his semi inflated knot slammed into her quivering sex. Pleasure quickly began to spill into the vixen's pain as her body started to accept the rough breeding, her uterine muscles spasmodically clenching, releasing more and more ova into the horns of her womb.
The submissive vixen shuddered violent as another orgasm tore through her, suddenly heaving herself up and biting into his vulnerable shoulder with her sharp teeth like an animal, her passage clamping painful around his knot, painfully down on his throbbing, pulsing cock. He lifted her hips bodily ramming into her viscously once, twice, three times before he shuddered, feeling his balls tighten again before the orgasmic rush of his second release.
He panted heavily as he laid down, basking in fulfillment of his role in their mating while she cuddled against him, licking clean the slowly dribbling blood from his shoulder, momentarily uncaring of life in which was about to bloom within her.
Epilogue
The vixen knelt before her master shivering in fear of her punishment, her swollen abdomen, the sin she committed a month ago visible for all the world to see.
"You are to carry your young to term and your kits are to be drowned as you give birth to them, then when you have healed sufficiently you shall be resold as a breeding slave."
Her heads falls to her chest, silently weeping, unable to voice her protest.
Epilogue II
The silver furred wolf sits besides his master, tail wagging, basking in glory as his master scratch between his ears, both watching as the broken vixen is ushered from the house proper and out of his life forever.
"Good job, Pet. Good job. I don't know how you keep seducing them but I owe you for fulfilling yet another high paying contract."